Tilling carefully, trip-wires mostly broken Rashid had no choice anymore. Starve, or go the same way as Yasmin, Malik and the others.
He had been lucky to see peace, but when he closed his eyes he could still see the tangerine cloud that changed him from husband to widower.
He limped forward another step, using his spade as crutch. He placed another precious seed into the fertile ground, though he knew that his vegetables would taste of their spilled blood.
A farmer cannot cease transforming battlegrounds to food. It had been ten years since the last explosion. Rashid still waited.
This one brought the disasters of landmines into mind… with all the wars going on I expect this could be a story that will continue to plague us way into the foreseeable future.
This week is exciting as we finally have our release party for the published book. I know very few of you can come to Stockholm, but to stay updated you can like our facebook page. On Saturday we will have bookreadings and offer snacks and wine.
Friday Fictioneers is a site were we share stories to the same pictures each week. We are a peaceful group under the stewardship of Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, and many of the most skilled writers on the internet come here every week.
November 4, 2015